"Everyman's life is a fairy tale written by God's fingers." Hans Christian Anderson ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

OLD ACADEMICS never die, they just lose their faculties

OLD ACCOUNTANTS never die, they just lose their balance

OLD ACCOUNTS never die, they are deleted

OLD ACTORS never die, they just drop a part

OLD ALCAHOLICS/DRUG ADDICTS never die, they just get wasted

OLD ANTHROPOLOGISTS never die, they just become history

OLD ARCHERS never die, they just bow and quiver

OLD ARCHITECTS never die, they just lose their structures

OLD ASSETS never die, they just depreciate

OLD ASTRONAUTS never die, they just go to another world

OLD ATOMS never die, they just decay

OLD BANKERS never die, they just lose interest

OLD BANKERS never die, they just want to be a loan

OLD BASEBALL PLAYERS never die, they just go batty

OLD BASEBALL PLAYERS never die, they just run their last lap~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

A story I'll tell of a burglar bold

Who started to rob a house;

He opened the window, and then crept in

As quiet as a mouse.

He looked around for a place to hide,

'Till the folks were all asleep,

Then said he, "With their money

I'll take a quiet sneak."

So under the bed the burglar crept;

He crept up close to the wall;

He didn't know it was an old maid's room

Or he wouldn't have had the gall.

He thought of the money that he would steal,

As under the bed he lay;

But at nine o'clock he saw a sight

That made his hair turn gray.

At nine o'clock the old maid came in;

"I am so tired," she said;

She thought that all was well that night

So she didn't look under the bed.

She took out her teeth and her big glass eye,

And the hair from off her head;

The burglar, he had forty fits

As he watched from under the bed.

From under the bed the burglar crept,

He was a total wreck;

The old maid wasn't asleep at all

And she grabbed him by the neck.

She didn't holler, or shout or call,

She was as cool as a clam;

She only said, "The Saints be praised,

At last I've got a man!"

From under the pillow a gun she drew,

And to the burglar she said,

"Young man, if you don't marry me,

I'll blow off the top of your head!"

She held him firmly by the neck,

He hadn't a chance to scoot;

He looked at the teeth and the big glass eye,

And said, "Madam, for Pete's sake, shoot!"

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Pondering old age

How do I know that my youth is all spent?Well, my get up and go has got up and went.But in spite of it all I am able to grinwhen I recall where my get up has been.

Old age is golden-so I've heard it said-but sometimes I wonder when I get into bed,with my ears in a drawer and my teeth in a cup,my eyes on the table until I wake up.

Ere sleep dims my eyes I say to myself,"Is there anything else I should lay on the shelf?"And I'm happy to say as I close my door,my friends are the same, perhaps even more.

When I was young, my slippers were red,I could pick up my heels right over my head.When I grew older, my slippers were blue,but still I could dance the whole night through.

But now I am old, my slippers are black,I walk to the store and puff my way back.The reason I know my youth is all spent,my get up and go has got up and went.

But I really don't mind when I think, with a grin,of all the grand places my get up has been.Since I have retired from life's competition,I accommodate myself with complete repetition.

I get up each morning, and dust off my wits,pick up my paper and read the "obits".If my name is missing, I know I'm not dead,so I eat a good breakfast and go back to bed~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Good morning everyboomie.

Welcome to the weekend!

I'm off today, ergo I'm hoppyOOPS HAPPY!

Hoppy is for Easter.

I guess you could say I'm ho ho happy though.

After all, here it is the Saturday before Christmas, we're going to be sunny and 65 degrees, I'm off, and I get to go dig all day, and put my back out, hopefully to find some Easter eggsOOPS ARROWHEADS!!!

Easter eggs are for......................you know.

I guess I should get to bed. The Easter Bunny may not come if I'm not asleep.

Have a happy day everyone.

joe

Edited by gymcandy1 (12/21/1209:28 PM)

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"Lettin' the cat outta the bag is a whole lot easier 'n puttin' it back in." Will Rogers

We are on a canal boat for Christmas in decidedly wet weather and without regular internet access, so I come to you via Kindle with 3G - a frustratingly slow experience, but one which saves me from total withdrawal symptoms over the holiday period (but probably not cold turkey....).

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Life is what happens while you're making other plans.

Good morning Joe,Ana,Haroula,Lex Haroula see you in the New Year,Lex a canal boat to where?Late getting here this morning internet connection not working for some reason Coffee is on now have a great day everyone

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I may not have gone where I intended to go,but I think I have ended up where I need to be.

Time for yet another unnatural Saturday whoosh. I think I may be coming down with some kind of virus. Either that or the strain of so many work days is getting to me. I haven't been feeling well since yesterday. Oh well, at least it's going to be a short day today.

Okay, have to run. Hope everyone here has a terrific Saturday.

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Interrogator: [True or false?] All mangoes are golden. Nothing golden is cheap. Conclusion - all mangoes are cheap.

Thank you Ana, Joe, Nan, Lotus and all for your welcome back wishes. One is really feeling at home here in the Diner (and of course at GB). Head is much better today. Weather is beautiful. Blue sky, sunshine and temps up to 57F today. Hubby went to a meeting and I decorated the Christmas tree this morning. Well tree is a bit of an exaggeration. That’s my tree:

You love it? There is no tradition such as real Christmas trees here in Italy (having only olive trees and no fir trees). So everybody is doing a lean-to.

I was listening to the Beethoven Sonata Pathétique full blast while decorating my lean-to tree and I felt relaxed and happy for the first time in many a weeks. I hope for the same feeling for all of you!

Does anybody know if Sharon is all right?

Ana: how’s your head doing? Did the walk with the dogs yesterday any good for the head? I hope so!!

Joe: and how’s your tummy today? No good having tummy ache before Christmas. Please get well soon! And for today: Happy egg hunting (oooops)…

Nan: brrrrr, +6F!!!!!! That would be way too cold for me. Stay inside and warm please.

Good morning everyone. I hope Sharon is ok. It's cold here this morning, in the 30's. Where's the snow? Not sure what's on for the day yet. To all here and all who follow, have a Wonderful Saturday. Danish, Oatmeal, Pancakes, and Hot Chocolate in the NC. Hubby says Hi and to everyone.

Hi Connie: please say hi and Merry Christmas and all the best to your hubby too. Pancakes and Hot Chocolate…yummy… just the thing! Thank you.

Hi Space: glad you got snow for Christmas! You building a snowman now?

Hi friend Joe: I’am happy your tummy is better . How could you eat all that yummy Christmas stuff otherwise? Exactly! Did you find lots of egg-shaped-heads? Awwwww URU was one of my favorites. Such beautiful surroundings.

Almost evening and supper time here. See you later or tomorrow again. Hugs,

Evelyne

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"You ask me what life is. That's like asking me what a carrot is. A carrot is a carrot is a carrot" (A. Chekhov)

Good morning boomies...I worked till the wee hours and then slept in. I am back in the corner and hope to be running the dogs in a couple hours. I am letting it warm up a bit. It was 14 when I got up and it's rising to the 20's.

I hope you all enjoy your day!

Sharon, still hoping all is well by you and your procedure went smoothly.

Today will be decorating. We won't do much because of the combo of the boys and the dogs...mainly Skyman but Lil Soot is in that pack too.

Woke up to find out that Cullen has pink eye, so I will be trying to keep my distance. Hubby is heading out to do errands and son is taking the boys to the zoo so I don't loose my mind. His chest, arm, and shoulder are getting worse. He forgets he is not supposed to use it and picks up one of the boys or they jump on him etc. It's not going to get better until he stops doing that. Oh well!

Back later

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"Dogs are not our whole life, but they make our lives whole." -Roger Caras